Sharon walked over to Thomas. He hadn't had treatment recently, and it looked like the insomnia had crept back in.Still, the food was ready, and it wouldn't taste as good once it went cold.Just as Sharon was debating whether to wake him, the man dozing against the sofa seemed to sense something and slowly opened his eyes.His eyes were sharp as a blade, glinting with a cold, distant light, his whole presence suddenly commanding and dangerous.The moment their eyes met, Sharon's breath caught, and she instinctively stepped back.In her mind, Thomas had always been sunny, easygoing, harmless. She'd never seen this version of him before — like death itself lurking in the shadows, capable of taking a life with the barest lift of a hand.Once he registered who it was, Thomas's long lashes lowered, the intensity around him slowly receding, his gaze no longer so razor-sharp — as if what she'd just seen had only been her imagination."Something wrong?" he asked."Dinner's ready," Sha
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